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"There never was a good biography of a good novelist," F. Scott Fitzgerald once observed. "He is too many people, if he's any good." This dictum holds particularly true in the case of Jack London (1876-1916). For biographers and critics as well, he is the most elusive of subjects. As a person, as a writer, and most of all as a man of ideas, he continually takes on different and sharply contrasting forms.
For nearly half of his short, turbulent and adventurous life he was a member of the Socialist Party. He wrote books and articles championing Socialist principles. He liked to end his letters with "Yours for the revolution." Twice he ran as a Socialist for mayor of his hometown Oakland (he came nowhere near victory). Once, when serving as president of the I ntercollegiate Socialist Society, he spoke with menacing rhetoric of an imminent violent revolution at Harvard and Yale. Long revered as a patron saint of the left, he was for years the most widely read American author in the Soviet Union.

His best-known Socialist work is The Iron Heel (1907). Set in a future America, the novel expounds Marxist theory and vividly portrays the bloody suppression of a workers' revolt by a Bilderbergerish cabal of plutocrats called the Oligarchy. Predictably, Iiberal-minority critics praise the book as a prophetic vision of the evils of twentieth-century fascism. Just as predictably, they deplore the shadowy presence of London the hereditarian. To him the book's slum proletarians, "the people of the abyss," are lithe refuse and the scum of life," a stock irredeemably inferior to the plutocrats and the Socialist elite who are the heroes and heroines of the novel.

London was usually much more explicit about the genetic coloring of his Socialism. He once horrified some fellow party members by declaring: "What the Devil! I am first of all a white man and only then a Socialist!" And he wrote a friend, "Social ism is not an ideal system devised for the happiness of all men. It is devised so as to give more strength to [Northern European] races so that they may survive and inherit the earth to the extinction of the lesser, weaker races."

London became a Socialist because first-hand experience-he once worked 14-hour days in a cannery for ten cents an hour-had made him an enemy of economic injustice. But Social ist theory was just one of the three strong intellectual currents of the time that shaped his world view and found expression in his writing. He was also drawn, by his instinctive bel ief in the primacy of the self, to the ideas of Nietzsche, Schopenhauer and Max Stirner. The third, probably the most profound influence on his thinking, was Darwinism and Herbert Spencer's application of it to philosophy and ethics. This doctrine was for London an essential key to the pattern of existence.